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trans_92011-01-18 11:47 pm
everdistant_utopia) wrote in trans_92011-01-18 11:47 pm
A Food-Lover's Personal Hell [Open]
When she made her contract with Alaya -- the part of the world that governed humanity -- the girl known to history as the King of Knights had understood that it would involve certain sacrifices. She had been pleasantly surprised to learn that in eras well into the future of her own, good food would not be among them. In fact, the cooks -- she was hard-pressed to call them that -- of her own time were so terrible that she had wondered if food was merely a form of punishment. It was only after she had been summoned as the Servant Saber in the Fourth War for the Holy Grail that she had been awakened to a new reality: eating could be a pleasurable experience. That is, if the food was pleasant to the taste.
Whatever this 'food' was that was foisted upon her was decidedly not pleasant by any stretch of the imagination.
It did not seem to be an unreasonable thing: the little blonde was not especially picky about food as long as it tasted good. A simple but tasty (and large) meal was far preferable to a fancy but bland (and small) one. The indecipherable mass she was served was the worst of all worlds: unidentifiable, small... but worst of all, tasteless.
She accepted her 'meal' with her usual impassive expression, seating herself in silence. Yet, she made no move to begin eating, staring at the slop with no change in her stony mask. However, those sensitive to supernatural phenomenon -- or even those who were simply observant -- would most certainly feel the heavy weight of a killing aura surrounding the otherwise proper and elegant young girl as she sat in morose silence.
Whatever this 'food' was that was foisted upon her was decidedly not pleasant by any stretch of the imagination.
It did not seem to be an unreasonable thing: the little blonde was not especially picky about food as long as it tasted good. A simple but tasty (and large) meal was far preferable to a fancy but bland (and small) one. The indecipherable mass she was served was the worst of all worlds: unidentifiable, small... but worst of all, tasteless.
She accepted her 'meal' with her usual impassive expression, seating herself in silence. Yet, she made no move to begin eating, staring at the slop with no change in her stony mask. However, those sensitive to supernatural phenomenon -- or even those who were simply observant -- would most certainly feel the heavy weight of a killing aura surrounding the otherwise proper and elegant young girl as she sat in morose silence.
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Saber paused to consider the question. Given Ronnae's appearance, Saber thought she might be an elemental spirit of the earth. As such, she was not nearly so guarded; what she knew would have been common knowledge. "My own home... no, the cooks were most inadequate. The food they prepared was little better than this. However, when I was summoned to an era in the distant future, I found that the food there to be far superior."
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It almost made her forget how bad the slime provisions tasted. Almost.
A grimace flickered across her face for a split second as she attemtped another spoonful. "There was something called a 'crepe' that I would have liked to try. It was filled with fruit and cream whipped with air."
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"I had something similar back home. I never really asked what it was called other than I knew it was delightful. But I knew it was made by Silvermoon or Stormwind pastry chefs." She sighed before pushing her remaining slop away.
"Damn now I want pastries.... and looking at this thing for too long makes me want to vomit."
She looked at the new person she had met and smiled. "Name's Ronnae. Ronnae 'Mash Belore Ryllos. At least the company was pleasant." She nodded her head respectfully.
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She smiled faintly; chivalrous bearing was something she had never expected to see again. It was a pleasant change from the Holy Grail War.
"Well-met, Ronnae 'Mash Belore Ryllos. I am called Saber," she replied with a nod that was closer to an informal bow.
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"If ya ever need anything, don't hesitate to call! Could use a couple friends or acquaintances!" She laughed lightly.
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"I shall. You have my gratitude."
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